“But the other fellow’s got more! Like all the rest—”
They stopped with a jump that made the roadster snort in protest.
“You—you don’t understand.” The sobs clamored to her lips. “To-morrow—please—please listen—”
She sprang out of the car and up the steps, clinging to the iron rail.
But to-morrow when she hurried out of the stage entrance, eyes darting to the curb, Mr. James Fowler Patterson was not there.
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]CHAPTER IV
“My deah—what has become of the orange motah?” Miss Mariette turned her round stare on Sallie.
“What—d-do you mean?”
“Well, the yellow peril doesn’t seem to be on duty any more.”
“Oh! He—he’s out of town.”